The 1500s Irish Wolves were way more brutal, but apparently, they had just enough honor and care to let their kidnapped she-wolves “choose” their mates when they went into heat.
The original kidnappees actually held out way longer than the Wölfennites. It took a couple of what they called St. Patrick weeks — apparently, the calendar system was also introduced and credited to that patron saint.
But a couple of she-wolves went into heat. Then the rest of them, including Mairi, the queen of the Scottish Wolves, submitted to their fates after a performance from the rest of the unmated wolves.
However, that was where things diverged.
“The Wild King lost all sense of himself at the smell of Mairi’s heat,” Wild told me, his voice lowering with confession. “In his lust to have her first, he killed the Sea King before the other could reach her. The Dublin King was allowed to share her after he unknotted, but it is said the Wild King’s thrall was so great — he did not realize the magnitude of what he’d done until Mairi was impregnated with two more babes and her heat was cleared from his nose.”
I gasped at that unexpected turn in the story.
“You are right to gasp in horror. It remains a black mark upon my line to this day.” Even though it took place hundreds of years ago, Wild’s expression became miserable and somber. “Some say our line is cursed and that the Terrible Belfast Mess happened because of our ancestor’s actions at that Bloody Wedding.”
“No, Wild.” I reached across the table to place my hand on top of his. “None of that was your line's fault. Or yours.”
Wild just averted his gaze from me to Sea. “You can tell her the rest.”
Sea did so, his expression less miserable but just as somber. “For that reason, after the heat moon, it was agreed that the original Scottish babe would continue the line of Sea and serve as the TrueKing of Ireland. The secret kingdom, originally gifted to the Wild Wolves by the old gods, was ceded to the Sea Wolves.”
Wild withdrew his hand from underneath mine as Sea finished the tragic story. "After the new Sea King was born with the features of his father, both the Dublin and Wild Kings swore their fealty to the baby king in a blood oath. Mairi ruled over the Sea Kingdom until he came of age. Of course, the Belfast Priest at the time gave no such oath, and the Dublin King’s track record for respecting the old ways has been spotty at best."
Sea threw a pointed look at Aidan, who was sitting next to me, across from him and Wild.
“Sure, don’t blame my line for shedding outdated customs and keeping up with the times, as opposed to playing by a rulebook from nearly five hundred years ago.”
Sea and Wild glowered at him in a way that I suspected would have led to an argument if I hadn’t asked, “Was that all? The First Reaping’s Wild King killed the First Reaping’s Sea King, and all he had to do was give up the secret kingdom and swear fealty to a baby to make up for it?”
A tense silence greeted my question.
Eventually, Sea, the apparent True King, answered, “No, that wasn’t all he had to do. But that is a story for another time.”
“Speaking of stories,” Aidan said before I could ask any more questions. “I could use some help figuring out how to handle this offer I received a couple of days ago from one of the Colorado princesses…”
Naomi
Sea was the True King,but for some reason, that night, it was decided that Wild would get to sleep beside me in the big bed while Aidan and Sea would switch out on a rotating basis, starting with Sea.
However, Aidan gave me a goodbye kiss that went on for hours as each king took their turn, in Sea’s words, “ensuring that you’re well tired for a good night of sleep.”
By Day 3 of our heat moon, I became used to falling asleep “dirty” in the bed I shared with Wild and either Aidan or Sea.
Wild maintained his promise to keep the mute button on his side of the bond pressed. But in the wee hours of Day 4, I discovered he couldn’t control his dreams.
His extremely erotic dreams.
I immediately regretted being a stomach sleeper when I woke up from a dead sleep with a wet spot of desire pooling beneath my drenched sex.
But that regret faded away when Wild’s body covered mine. Folding an arm underneath my neck for leverage, he lazily rocked into me in a way that rubbed my magic button into the slick, wet spot until I came in a blaze of fire, biting into his arm to keep from screaming.
I shouldn’t have bothered. Doing my best to stay quiet didn’t keep Sea from waking up.
As soon as Wild rolled off of me, the True King pulled me on top of him like a queen blanket.
“I woke up to your mind screaming over the mate bond.” He answered my unspoken question… before using Wild’s cum load to slide me down his hardened sex.
His bond was open too, so we each got to mind moan together as he slid me up and down his rigid length until we both came — him for the first time and me for a glorious second…
… that turned into a glorious third when I woke up to Aidan between my legs, holding me open for his feasting tongue while he stroked his rock-hard erection with the other.
